1036: Chapter 263: Take a step back, the sea is wide and the sky is high 1036: Chapter 263: Take a step back, the sea is wide and the sky is high The waning moon hung slanted over the tips of the parasol trees, and a touch of dawn’s light began to show in the east.
On the spacious stone-paved boulevard, faint figures of early-rising small traders could be seen peddling their goods.
A new day had again begun.
Liu Shock turned his back to the wind and lit a cigar, swinging his empty sleeve as he took big strides toward a simple stall, where he greeted the owner and received a mule at sandwich and a bunch of big-grapes.
Mule at could also be considered a specialty snack of Sabak City.
After the great war at Heigar, the Bimon Kingdom’s Elder Council, in an attempt to rapidly increase the population, had planned to lift the ancient policy prohibiting inter-species marriage.
However, for the sake of conservatism and caution, the Council selected the Centaurs of the House Clan and the donkey-headed people of the Naidi Tribe, two closely related races, to pilot inter-species marriage within the Royal City.
The trial’s outco was bitter, as the Bimon Kingdom thenceforth had a new ethnic group, the barren Mule Tribe, unable to bear children.
Aside from demonstrating the dire consequences of inter-species marriage, this mishap also provided Sabak with a new source of at—the offspring of horses and donkeys, mules, not only had a short growth cycle and gained weight quickly, but they also had much lower requirents for feed and environnt than horses and donkeys, making them an excellent choice for livestock.
Big-grapes were another specialty of Sabak City.
The heavily sandified natural environnt of the Imperial City made it more than suitable for grape cultivation.
Among all grape varieties, the big grape was the easiest to cultivate, growing wildly with little care and producing shuttle-shaped grapes the size of walnuts.
The juice of this type of grape was a rare milky white, reminiscent of cow’s milk, hence its crude na.
Although the big grape was juicy, its taste was not very sweet.
Sabak City had very peculiar geology; there was no shortage of water sources, yet most of them were bitter, said to be because Sabak City was built over a subterranean sea of bitterness.
The sweet water used in the Bimon Royal Palace was drawn from Autumn Knife Lake in the Imperial Garden.
Most of the city’s sweet water wells were occupied by the nobility, so the big grape, with its abundant juice, beca the best choice for quenching Bimon commoners’ thirst.
That’s why in Sabak City, grapevines over five hundred years old could be seen everywhere.
Crouching on the curb, Liu Shock devoured this commonplace breakfast, the big grape bursting with a mildly sweet juice in his mouth, a taste that suited him.
The mule at, soaked in broth, was rich in taste, and eating it with the stalks of celery mixed into the cornal sandwich made it increasingly appetizing.
Liu Shock ate with gusto.
He hadn’t paid yet, and the Garfield Clan snack vendor couple occasionally glanced at this fellow clad in a gold ceremonial robe, deliberately chopping with their greasy cleaver, creating a loud “bang, bang” sound.
The vendors kept their vigilance despite Liu Shock’s attire, having never seen the Olympic Festival at the arena, they didn’t recognize the true identity of the Beamon before them.
In fact, most commoners in Sabak spent their entire lives without ever setting foot in the arena, their leisure ti consud by the pressures of life.
The esteed priestly lords would never deign to eat such a plebeian breakfast or squat by the roadside to consu food; such crude behavior was better suited to lowlifes and not priests.
More importantly, this was an enfeeblent in Beamon society—a Beamon missing an arm.
In the Bimon Kingdom, the most direct punishnt for a thief was to sever the arm used to steal.
Thus, the vendors were convinced that this disabled Beamon before them was a seasoned scoundrel, clad in a priest’s robe to swindle and deceive.
However, the vendors thought the trickster’s equipnt was quite decent as he even wore a dusa Badge on his chest; they had no idea where he could have bought such a convincing counterfeit…
Liu Shock, feeling the odd glances from the Cat-people couple ti and again, turned his head to stare at them, which imdiately caused the vendors to bury themselves in their work.
Liu Shock smiled and continued wrestling with his food, while concurrently crafting excuses in his mind.
There were just two more streets to his inn, and it wasn’t hard to co up with an excuse for not returning all night.
Ning Yu and the others would surely understand, and yet Liu Shock couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.
Now, as Liu Shock tried to recall, he couldn’t even rember when he had left Cui Beixi’s house the previous night.
It all seed like a fleeting dream, with only the damp pillowcase and tightly closed tearful eyes lingering in his mory.
After leaving Cui Beixi’s residence, he had gone to Gos’s room, behaving as a true father would, sleeping beside his precious son.
He rembered being half-sitting against the bed fra, his mind in disarray, not sure when he had dozed off into a deep slumber.
In the early hours of the morning, Liu Shock suddenly awoke with a start.
Liu Shock took a deep breath, slowly straightened up from the leaning bed fra, carefully picked up Golinny, then slowly turned over and placed the sleeping Swan beauty onto the bed.
Leaping gently onto the carpet, he looked at the two sleeping Western children on the bed, and Liu Shock suddenly realized sothing—the Swan Tribe, in order to protect their feathers, always slept facedown.
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